Chapter 6401

Quite a few Freevale cultivators had gone pale. Without realizing it, they tightened their grips on the weapons in their hands.

Marshal Vale’s reputation alone was enough to send a chill down their spines.

Jared lowered his gaze to Ashenbrand Gaol’s marker on the map. Purple chaos-forged spiritual power slowly revolved around his fingertips.

He remained silent for a long moment, carefully weighing everything. Then, at last, his calm voice broke the silence. Steady and unhurried, he laid out the entire battle plan.

“In this battle, every group will have a clearly defined role. Each force will handle its own responsibilities. No one will interfere with another’s mission.

“Marshal Vale possesses ninth-tier combat power, and his assassination techniques leave virtually no openings. I will face him personally.

“The eighth-tier gaoler will be left to Elder Cillian.